The Kid

Growin' up, black and blue, that shit eats away at you
 Beat up when I go to school, beat up by my father too
 Livin' life in a haze, dug myself a shallow grave
 Probation on Saturday's, can't look in my mother's face
 Sellin' drugs on the street, won't give no apology
 'Cause I am what the universe made me
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 Drinkin' slow, dyin' fast, fill me up another glass
 Gotta make it outta here, can't become my biggest fears
 Spendin' nights in a cell, built my own version of hell
 No one comes to bail me out, better shut your fuckin' mouth
 Livin' low, gettin' high, watch my crooked soul die
 I do what I gotta do to get by
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 How did I get to be— (so low?)
 
 How did I get to be—so low?
 Fallin' 'part at the seams, feel my ugly veins bleed
 I am what this crooked world made me
 ♪
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 
 Growin' up, black and blue, that shit eats away at you
 Beat up when I go to school, beat up by my father too
 Livin' life in a haze, dug myself a shallow grave
 Probation on Saturday's, can't look in my mother's face
 Sellin' drugs on the street, won't give no apology
 'Cause I am what the universe made me
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 Drinkin' slow, dyin' fast, fill me up another glass
 Gotta make it outta here, can't become my biggest fears
 Spendin' nights in a cell, built my own version of hell
 No one comes to bail me out, better shut your fuckin' mouth
 Livin' low, gettin' high, watch my crooked soul die
 I do what I gotta do to get by
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 How did I get to be— (so low?)
 
 How did I get to be—so low?
 Fallin' 'part at the seams, feel my ugly veins bleed
 I am what this crooked world made me
 ♪
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 
 Growin' up, black and blue, that shit eats away at you
 Beat up when I go to school, beat up by my father too
 Livin' life in a haze, dug myself a shallow grave
 Probation on Saturday's, can't look in my mother's face
 Sellin' drugs on the street, won't give no apology
 'Cause I am what the universe made me
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 Drinkin' slow, dyin' fast, fill me up another glass
 Gotta make it outta here, can't become my biggest fears
 Spendin' nights in a cell, built my own version of hell
 No one comes to bail me out, better shut your fuckin' mouth
 Livin' low, gettin' high, watch my crooked soul die
 I do what I gotta do to get by
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 How did I get to be— (so low?)
 
 How did I get to be—so low?
 Fallin' 'part at the seams, feel my ugly veins bleed
 I am what this crooked world made me
 ♪
 Take a step back and put your hands up, don't do anything stupid
 Gimme that cash, fill the bag up 'cause nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid
 ♪
 No, nothin's gon' stop this kid